Contemplate, Israel, those who are dead
upon your heights, the renowned of Israel
wounded and killed upon your mountains.
How have the mighty fallen? Announce it
not in Geth, nor announce it in the
crossroads of Ashkelon, that the daughters
of the uncircumcised not loudly rejoice
nor exult. Mountains of Gelboa, let
neither dew nor rain come over you, of the
field let there be no yield: for there was
the shield of the mighty cast down, the
shield of Saul, as if not anointed with
oil. From the blood of the slain, from
the fat of the mighty,

The arrow of Jonathan never turned back,
and the sword of Saul did not return empty.
Saul and Jonathan beloved, and very lovely
in life, and in death they are not divided:
swifter than eagles, mightier than lions.

I weep over you, my brother Jonathan, very
lovely have you been to me, and beloved
more than the love of women. As a mother
loves her only son, so I delighted in you.
How have the mighty fallen, and the warlike
arms perished?